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fushiguro swore that once this party was over, he was going to strangle the shit out of kugisaki for two reasons: one, for forcing him to go to some lame party, and two, for ditching him for his fucking cousin. he would’ve joined them, but he didn’t need to see his cousin and best friend tonguing each other.
as if this party couldn’t get worse, frat dudes and sorority girls kept hitting on him, and no matter how much he said no, they wouldn’t leave him alone. even when he said that he was only a college freshman, they kept going at him. fushiguro was close to burning the place down, the only thing stopping him was that he was lazy and burnt out.
with a groan and a sigh, fushiguro pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter along with a shitty bottle of wine and headed for the balcony. he did not need to be sober right now. cig in one hand and booze in the other, fushiguro hoped that he could at least get fucked out his mind from the free alcohol. that was the least that could make his night better.
unfortunately for him though, the wine and beer did nothing, leaving him nauseous and even more tired than before. admitting defeat, fushiguro lit out his cigarette and headed back inside. he was going to tell kugisaki that he was going back to his dorm and never leaving. after a night like this, why would he ever come back out?
during his search for kugisaki, someone knocked right into him, spilling a bit of booze on him.
“dude, fuck, watch it!-” fushiguro shut his mouth immediately when he saw the man that bumped into him.
“ah, shit, sorry!” a deep voice apologized. “my bad!”
“i- um, no worries,” fushiguro struggled to get out, eyeing the man up and down. holy shit, he was hot as fuck.
wearing a tight, little crop-top along with tight, little shorts, fushiguro couldn’t keep his eyes off the man’s exposed torso. his abs were to die for, and fushiguro might actually die for them. and his legs looked like they were sculpted by god personally. not to mention, he had the hottest face fushiguro had ever seen.
strangely enough, the man stayed, eyeing fushiguro up and down as well with a friendly grin. fushiguro couldn’t tell if he was trying to conceal his lust or if he was just nice.
“i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” he said, “what’s your name?’
“f-fushiguro megumi,” he stuttered out, hoping the red in his cheeks wasn’t as noticeable as they felt.
“cool!” the man beamed with a wide smile; he looked more cute than hot right now. “i’m itadori yuuji, nice to meet you!”
setting down one of his drinks, itadori extended his hand out. hesitantly, fushiguro took it. he wasn’t used to people being anything but horny here.
“are you a freshman?” itadori asked, taking a sip of what smelled like shitty beer.
fushiguro nodded. “you can tell?”
“yeah, you looked out of place here,” he teased, nudging fushiguro. “don’t worry, i’m also a freshman, i’m just trying to make the most out of it.”
“i’m trying to leave,” fushiguro quipped. though, with itadori here, he wanted to leave much less than before.
“oh, come on, stay!” itadori wrapped his arm around fushiguro. “i’ll keep you company, i don’t know anybody here either.”
rolling his eyes, fushiguro grumbled and sighed. “oh, alright.”
despite saying that, the offer was enough to keep fushiguro here for as long as needed if it meant being with itadori. he just needed to see if his looks were just as great as his personality, and so far, it was.
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the night passed by as quick as it started, and fushiguro found himself actually having fun. sure, it took a couple drinks to get him out of his shell, but everything was fine now. besides, the booze blocked out the noise, his attention on itadori and itadori only.
he definitely wasn’t sober, but he could still use all five senses, and his five senses told him that he wanted to make out with itadori badly; and judging by the way his eyes kept undressing him, it seemed like itadori felt the same.
so fushiguro was going to make it happen.
bold and brash, fushiguro climbed on top of itadori, his thighs trapping itadori in as he snaked his arms around his neck. almost instinctively, itadori’s hands went straight for fushiguro’s waist, giving them a slight squeeze. fushiguro bit his lip, watching itadori squirm at the way he wasn’t touching him. no words were spoken, but they both knew what they wanted.
lips crashing into each other, fushiguro moaned into the kiss, tugging at itadori’s lip, begging for more. hands roaming around, itadori slipped his calloused hands underneath fushiguro’s shirt while fushiguro tugged at itadori’s pink locks. maybe he was smaller, but he was the one with the most control here.
bucking up and down, their hips grinded into each other, yearning for any friction they could get. hot and heavy, each kiss was better and messier than the last, saliva trailing down their mouths. this was definitely enough to make up for the shitty party.
lips parting, itadori darted for fushiguro’s collarbone, biting down hard. fushiguro groaned as chills ran down his spine, his body going limp. he was helpless to itadori’s touch, the control he once had slipping through his fingers.
leaving multiple hickeys, itadori sucked and bit, marking every inch of fushiguro’s fair, pale skin. fushiguro moaned even louder, whimpering at the slight twinges of pain. he liked it though, he loved it even.
itadori finally moved back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to fushiguro’s abused collarbone. his lips went back to fushiguro’s as his hands lowered to fushiguro’s ass, fondling and squeezing it. he poked at fushiguro’s hole, making him jump and moan. god, what fushiguro wouldn’t give to have his brains fucked out by itadori right now.
nobody seemed to notice them as they were all too busy partying or making out in less public places, like a corner of a room. with a party this big full of irresponsible dickheads and booze, they were all probably too drunk to even comprehend what was going on. itadori could finger and fuck the shit out of fushiguro and they wouldn’t even notice.
still, fushiguro had enough decency to know what was appropriate and what wasn’t. he could think with his head instead of his dick, even when it was hard as shit. besides, he’d rather be alone with itadori where everything was his eyes only.
and again, it seemed like itadori felt the same.
pushing fushiguro away, itadori leaned back, eyes glazed with lust and hunger.
“let’s take this to the bedroom,” he suggested, squeezing fushiguro’s waist again.
“your bedroom?” fushiguro teased.
“didn’t say it was,” itadori joked back, his lips meeting fushiguro’s once more. this one was more gentle and caring than their others. it was sweet, it was nice.
but they both knew what they were here for. they weren’t here for sweet or nice, they were here for good sex and nothing but good sex.
itadori picked fushiguro up, carrying him in his arms like he was his bride. he guided them to one of the rooms, politely pushing people out of their way. feeling itadori’s biceps against him only turned fushiguro on harder. he was so hot, it was almost unfair.
only almost though. fushiguro would hate it if he were to be railed by someone unattractive.
it took a while to find an open room, but once they did, itadori threw fushiguro onto the bed, borderline tearing his shirt off. he towered above him, ready to completely ruin fushiguro. if it were anybody else, fushiguro might’ve lost interest a long time ago.
but it was itadori, and he couldn’t wait to be devoured by him.